Sometimes I just want
To throw you to one side
And whisper in your ear
Every single thing I'm afraid
To say, everything that I know I
Wouldn't do if I was in my right mind.
Sometimes I want
To hold
You
In my arms
And never let another girl look
At you ever again. I'm strangely possessive
Over you, and you don't even know.
Your crowding friends keep anything I might say
At bay. Maybe I'll let myself
Toss them aside, and refrain from any
Feeling of care as to what they
Think or what they say. Maybe someday
I'll sunder your crowd this way,
And let myself grab you by your arms
And whisper what your presence does to me,
Every spark ignited in the furnace
That is my soul, and tell you every single
Feeling I have ever known with a single
Touch
Of my lips against yours.


But,


I won't.

Because it's your place to do so.

Because I want to make you feel
Everything that I do, but in reverse:
I want to make you crazy about me.
Without letting you know
My true feelings.

I want you to build up the same
Courage I would have to, to say
Everything I want to hear to me,
And mean every bit of it from deep
Within your
Heart.

So,
Step up to the plate and swing a couple of times,
But be careful:
There may not be another chance
To play this game
If the umpire yells only
A single more
"Strike!"


© 3/25/13